Draco Malfoy/ Harry Potter

Disclaimer: No, no matter how I wish the actual story to be mine, it's not. I am merely borrowing the setting and characters to spun my own tale.

Harry Potter deem himself to be a good person that is merely too often messed by fate. He just got fed up with the abuse of that damned family of his one day and rushed out like a bloody Gryffindor that he is without any belonging with a heavily abused body out in the pouring rain. Needless to say, he didn't got really far. Out of desperate will to save his rapidly deteriorating life, Harry attempted something he never tried before- Animagi transformation. He succeed, but barely alive with his magic severely damaged.

Draco came along and saved him while knowing nothing of his real identity. Under the pretense of a bloody animal familiar, the Golden Boy unexpectedly found a side of Draco he never knew before…

WARNING: CONTAIN SLASH OF HP/DM

Author Comments: I'm so very sorry that I have forgotten to update. I even wrote the entire chapter on paper! …now if I can just find where have I put it…

I was a little to caught up with my senior year, last year of high school and all, y'know? Please forgive me!! I swear I will update before next Sunday. Scout's honor.

As I promised to all my readers, every fifty valid reviews, I'll automatically update a chapter for your support. I've got quite a few stories going on at the same time and also have a few ideas…so if you are not planning to review, it may be quite a while before I update…

Chapter 1

"Why, You insolent brat! We fed you and gave you a roof, THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY US? By scaring little Duddikin with those things you learn in that freak school of yours?" Vernon's bloated face swelled purple, spits flying wildly as he scream at the young teen that is sprawling on the floor after being manhandled directly from his room and thrown down the stairs.

The rage from his eyes is so profound that Harry shrunk back in fear as he takes on a slightly insane look. It is one of those times that he truly fear for his safety, the last time he seen that look on his face, he received one of the most severe beating in his life which, considering his record, is truly impressive. It was one of the times that he ended up using magic to sustain his injuries in fear of a lasting handicap. He gasp audibly, if he know Vernon at all, this cannot end good.

Harry winces as he attempt to move his arm, something is most definitely broken. He bit his lips and looks around his surrounding in desperate, trying to find some escaping routes and sighs when he can find none. Where is the rescue he needed now?

He held back a sneer when he see his dear aunt Petunia is currently crutching Dudley franticly at the door of Kitchen, looking scared and uncertain as his uncle bore down at the boy with verbal abuses and some not-so-verbal ones. He brace himself against the painful impacts and clench his teeth as he spots his cousin's distorted, ugly face leering smugly at him under her arms while pretending to shiver with fear.

That little piece of shit! Harry's eyes narrow and darken in anger as he recognizes how exactly is responsible for this rant. I am going to kill him once I have the chance, tearing him from limb to limb. He will learn the consequences of messing with me. He ignore the pain best he can and focus on his possible revenge.

Unfortunately, Vernon also took a notice on his wandering attention and bore down on him, eyes sparkling with menace. He has nothing that can possibly defend him, Harry suddenly realize with a jolt. Seeing that he was dragged down and thrown across the room without the chance of grabbing anything, after all, it is not like they actually allow him to carry his "freakish" stuff around in their house.

It is not like he can do anything else, Harry tries his best to glare a hole into that pig whose fat ass is entirely visible behind his mother's thin, gaunt frame. Dudley's smug grin falter for a second as he met the murderous glare of his cousin and duck down under the thin protection Petunia's body provides.

Harry slowly sit upright and wince as he discover his arm is not the only thing broken. He crutch his rib and cough a couple times before completing the motion. Wasn't that surprising really, he always did know Sirius's death is going to come out one day and he is going to pay extra for his "lazing" around from last year. He suppressed a sigh, only he had always wish that he would turn 17 before they actually discover that they were duped.

Ah, Sirius, he wish for his godfather's presence grew stronger than ever, he would have make things right. I could have escape this, living with Padfoot and Moony, he thought angrily to himself, I could have escape this hell hole! Why? Why did he die? White hot resentment burn through his body. None of them even cared!

Padfoot didn't care for him enough to stay alive for him, to be careful with his own life. Noooo~, that bloody moron just have to jeopardize his life to taunt his goddamn cousin! Remus is too busy wallowing in his own grief to acknowledge his. Snape was too busy being arrogant and loathing him for crimes of his father, and Dumbledore was too damn scared of his connection to Voldemort to even look at him at the time he needed him most! It is not like he is not the one that placed him in this hellhole and are smart enough to check on their precious savior in the first place. Contempt is eating his sanity and he don't even care. In the end, even his friends would not be honest with him and are far too caught up with each other to even acknowledge his existence!

At the moment, he hated every single one of them. He hated his life, his fate, and the whole entire world, goddamn that prophecy! He wish that he died in that fateful night along with his parents. He wouldn't have to suffer for so long...all he ever wished for is acceptance and love. Is that so terrible? All he wanted was someone that can love him and he would have given up everything for it. Is he such a horrible person that no one can ever love him? He swallowed shakily and close his eyes as he feel the hot tears prickled his eyelids.

His eyes harden as he recall the pathetic excuse for human that still stood over him, ranting on oblivious to his reactions. I hate you all, he can sense the truth in those words as his eyes blaze with the dept of the emotion he is currently feeling. I will never forgive nor will I ever forget this, he silently vow to himself, I will have the revenge, sooner or later...

Harry Potter open his eyes finally and look up defiantly, with contempt clear in his eyes, "You will regret this." His voice came out as a dangerous hiss, " I will make all of you pay for this. Every word, every punch, every kick, you will pay for this."

Vernon jerk back in fright, expression filled with confusion and fear. It is clear that he never expected any defiance on his part. Vernon look down at the boy with fear before recomposing himself. Anger slowly return and took over his body as he drew himself to his full height, shaking uncontrollably. His face turns to a unattractive shade of purple and took a menacing step toward to boy, "Why you little-"

Petunia sense that this time he may truly went over board and rush up to stop him. "Please dear, he is not worth it. What may the neighbors say if they heard?"

Vernon control himself with some effort and roared, "Get out of my house, you ungrateful brat. Your kind of freak is to never step in here again! Why, if I even see you ever take a step near here, I will end your pitiful existence once and for all."

Harry can sense the truth in his words, it is clear from the mad glint in his eyes that he don't even regard Harry as a fellow human being much less than one on equal standing.

Harry look back at him with loathing," Nor do I ever wish to return, you pathetic muggles," he spat.

Vernon roared again, "Out! Now! I never wish to see your face again, you hear me boy?"

Harry look at him coldly," Loud and clear." He pick himself up from the ground, ignoring his wounds and pains, and marched right outside to the pouring rain.